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Godfrey Church | Not Coming Home

I’ve never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door 7 more words


Haulm | Clean

The light fell from the sky in cataracts of pure transparency, in torrents of silence and immobility 9 more words


I read at night, until three or four in the morning. The darkness around you adds greatly to the absolute passion that develops between you and the book.

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Day 6 Paris

April 6

I had invitations for a variety of activities , but I needed some time to myself.  Decided to do wash and try a language school. 301 more words

Going Home To Paris

Moving pictures 2018, #19

Have I mentioned before that I occasionally surprise myself by the stuff I end up watching? And liking? It happens.

Sign of the Pagan… 1,607 more words